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Keenan sighed as he ran after his current potential Summer Queen. He was sure that this Moira Foy was the one, with her short black hair, cold sapphire eyes and fiery attitude. Oh how he loved her, though she constantly rebuffed his affections that only made him want her more. "Moira, stop, where you're going… it's dangerous!" He swore as Moira turned to look at him, flipped him off and ran even faster away from Keenan. Keenan groaned as he saw Donia's cabin coming into view, this was not what he needed. Not only Donia's criticism awaited them but Beira's staff. "Moira please, just listen to me! Where you're going is dangerous!" Keenan pleaded

"Get away from me!" Moira's deep blue eyes widened as she saw something she didn't expect to find, a cabin- in the middle of nowhere! And under a bush next to the cabin was an ornate walking stick she could beat the faerie prince with! Moira dove for the stick and tucked into a ball as she fell to the ground and rolled next to the bush.

"NO! Moira! Don't you see what you've done?!" Keenan exclaimed

"W-what's happening?" Moira's eyes widened as far as they could as heat shot up her arms as she grabbed the staff. "What did you do?!" Keenan ran up beside the frightened girl only to be roughly struck over the head with the staff.

"I didn't do anything! I tried to tell you not to come here. This is the Winter Girl's Cabin. She's a faerie that serves the Winter Queen. The Winter Queen owns the staff that you're holding. I tried to warn you Moira." Keenan sighed and helped Moira sit down on the ground. Taking the staff out of the trembling girl's hands he threw it into the bushes.

"Y-You tried to warn me?" Moira wrenched herself out of Keenan's grasp and scooted away from him.

"Yes. I didn't want this to happen, not this way." Keenan turned to look at Moira "Will you at least look at me so I can explain myself?"

"Fine" Moira growled and turned to face Keenan, she crossed her thin arms around her stomach and glared at the Faerie Prince.

"Thanks. Moira are you cold?" Keenan questioned

"No why, were you gonna give me your shirt?" Moira scoffed

"No, when you pick up the Winter Queen's staff one of two things happens: the cold overtakes you, then you become the next Winter Girl or the cold is held off which means you're my Summer Queen. Moira, you're a faerie now"